I accidentally got drunk last night because wine goes so nicely with Ethiopian food, and I was absolutely exhausted after three days of moving, cleaning, and packing. Luckily, I think I'm in my early twenties again because I feel just marvellous today. (sorry, so I'm not drunk NOW, defeating the purpose of this thread)

I'm not drunk, but I really feel like I could do with a nice evening out at the pub. The weather is shitty though so I don't know if I can get anyone to go with me, plus a bit of my front tooth just fell off so I'd feel pretty self-conscious for a while. Dregs of the rum bottle in a smoothie again instead, I guess.

_________________"Like a wonky bourbon stonehenge. But in a good way." - Disappearing Ink

I'm drinking rum and tropical fruit juice and waiting for my bread to rise, oooh yeah! (that's not a euphemism, unfortunately. On the plus side I will have bread to mop up the booze later. if I don't forget about it or leave it to burn.)

_________________"Like a wonky bourbon stonehenge. But in a good way." - Disappearing Ink

I had some delicious chocolate stout and now I'm enjoying a pleasant red ale. I've just been thinking about how life can change so quickly. Remembering what I was doing exactly a year ago, many things were similar but so so much was different. I'm much happier where I am though quite a bit less social. Earlier I was pondering about how different things might be in 3 months, 8 months, a year and it makes me less sad. Anyways..yummm beer, yummm portland. yummm youth.

I might be drunk. I have lost count of the number of vodka shots I've had.... and I finished 2 glasses of wine. I'm about to get another vodka shot.... But I feel fine.... I think. Feeling pretty good. Thinking about life and stuff.

_________________And we all learn a lesson - don't taste mystery batter off the floor - it could be toxic. -Petunia

It's so me. Um, why is this thread on the second page? It's saturday night! I wish I didn't edit my typing so much when typing in this thread, it'd be WAY ore entertaining for you guys. BUT i'm a lame-brain. Who spends 10 minutes while intoxicated going over his typing. I can't help it, it's a compulsion.

PS: I want some gay boy over at my house RIGHT now. Stupid alcohol making my desires feel all desiring.